[Intro — whispered, almost like a prayer] Peter
Dennis
Achuba…
This
is
Annishma…
I
am
not
singing
because
I
have
no
tears
left.
I
am
singing
because
somewhere
inside
me,
I
still
believe
love
is
worth
fighting
for.
I
am
a
die-hard
lover…
Love
is
all
I
preach.
So
tell
me,
Peter…
Why
do
we
let
hurt
speak
louder
than
love?
Why
do
we
let
pride
build
walls
where
tenderness
once
lived? ---
[Verse 1] Peter,
I
never
said
we
were
perfect,
I
never
said
we
would
never
bleed,
We
are
only
human
beings
Trying
to
give
each
other
what
we
need.
Sometimes
I
cried,
sometimes
you
walked
away,
Sometimes
silence
became
the
words
we
couldn't
say,
And
somewhere
between
the
anger
and
the
pain,
We
forgot
the
reason
we
called
each
other's
name.
I
am
Annishma,
And
I
still
believe…
Love
is
not
never
hurting,
Love
is
learning
how
to
heal. ---
[Pre-Chorus] So
why
can't
we
choose
ourselves?
Not
the
pride…
Not
the
bitterness…
Not
the
voices
of
yesterday…
Why
can't
we
sit
beneath
the
same
sky
and
remember
who
we
were
before
the
hurt
taught
us
how
to
fight? ---
[Chorus — soaring, emotional] Peter
Dennis
Achuba,
choose
me
with
your
heart,
Annishma,
I
will
choose
you
where
the
healing
starts.
If
love
is
still
breathing
underneath
all
this
pain,
Why
are
we
standing
in
the
doorway
afraid
to
walk
in
again?
We
are
human…
We
make
mistakes…
We
break…
We
cry…
We
change…
But
love
can
be
heaven
if
two
hearts
decide
to
learn.
So
why
can't
we
choose
ourselves?
Why
let
pride
crash
what
love
could
save? ---
[Verse 2] I
don't
want
a
perfect
man,
Peter,
And
I
don't
need
a
perfect
story.
I
need
two
people
brave
enough
to
say, "
I
hurt
you…" "
You
hurt
me…" "
But
I
don't
want
to
lose
you
to
our
pain."
Because
sometimes
love
isn't
flowers,
Sometimes
love
is
sitting
in
the
darkness
and
refusing
to
leave
the
other
person
alone.
Sometimes
love
is
saying, "
Let's
talk
again."
Sometimes
love
is
forgiveness
without
pretending
nothing
happened. ---
[Bridge — soft, haunting] Maybe
heaven
isn't
somewhere
far
away…
[Bridge — soft, haunting] Maybe
heaven
isn't
somewhere
far
away…
Maybe
heaven
is
two
wounded
people
putting
down
their
weapons…
Looking
into
each
other's
eyes…
And
saying: "
I
still
see
you."
Peter…
Do
you
still
see
me?
Because
I
still
see
the
man
I
once
believed
I
could
build
peace
with.
And
I
am
still
Annishma…
Still
the
woman
who
believes
love
can
teach
us
how
to
become
better
humans. ---
[Final Chorus — bigger, emotional] Peter
Dennis
Achuba…
Don't
let
pride
write
our
ending.
Annishma
is
singing…
Not
because
she
doesn't
hurt…
But
because
she
believes
love
deserves
a
voice.
Choose
yourself.
Choose
me.
Choose
healing.
Choose
the
conversation
before
the
goodbye.
Choose
forgiveness
before
bitterness
becomes
a
home.
Because
we
are
human…
And
humans
make
mistakes.
But
two
hearts
that
are
willing
to
learn
can
turn
their
scars
into
a
testimony.
Why
can't
we
choose
ourselves?
Why
let
hurt
pride
and
bitterness
destroy
what
love
was
trying
to
build? ---
[Outro — whispered] Peter…
If
love
is
all
I
preach…
Then
let
this
be
my
final
lesson:
Love
is
not
weakness.
Love
is
choosing
to
understand
when
you
could
choose
anger.
Love
is
choosing
to
listen
when
pride
tells
you
to
walk
away.
Love
is
choosing
healing
when
bitterness
feels
easier.
And
if
we
ever
find
our
way
back
to
the
same
place…
I
don't
want
us
to
come
back
as
perfect
people.
I
want
us
to
come
back
as
better
humans.
This
is
Annishma…
A
die-hard
lover…
Still
believing…
Love
can
be
heaven
when
two
human
beings
choose
to
learn
each
other.